Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.